"Where are you going?"

On the vast and boundless grassland, the huge arenas with a diameter of one kilometer are like marching formations, arranged neatly. At first glance, it feels magnificent and grand.

This feeling is not a kind of praise of superb skills or magical skills, but an exclamation of "bigness".

If such a creation landscape appears on the Darvia continent, it will definitely cause a shock.

Even if it is the era of steam, construction machinery has developed to a very good level, which is extremely rare.

At this moment, with the colorful and colorful fighting spirit, the magical light, and the spell-like aura that is as gorgeous as fireworks.

Such a scene is even more magnificent.

It is really like the fireworks blooming in the sky at the time of the transition from the old to the new, it is brilliant and beautiful, with a shocking color.

However, such a scene is just ordinary in this place and in this isolated alien planet.

After all, it is normal for extraordinary people to perform like this.

Not to mention the other side, it is not normal to have a silver-level battle without any special effects.

Even if it is Allen, he believes in the invincibility of the plain, but it still has enough viewing when he really fights.

So, seeing Alan's sudden patrol around the world, Renard was a little puzzled by this and was very curious about what he was looking for.

"Do you want to find Uncle Deria, Aunt Kelly and the others?"

Renard asked again.

"No, I'm looking for Milock."

Allen's eyes wandered, patrolling the world, and replied without turning his head.

"Myrock?"

Renard was stunned at first, then as if he had thought of something, "Mylock Dracula!"

"Yes, that guy."

"What are you looking for him?"

Hearing the friend's question, Allen's lips remained moving, but the spiritual network with excellent sealing and confidentiality performance had been constructed and set up between the two.

"There is a problem for Caesar to arrive in this game, right?"

"Um."

"Uncle Deria and Aunt Kelly should know something, but it may be for the sake of confidentiality or for the sake of protecting us, so we did not tell us the details."

“It seems to be so.”

"But although I don't know much information, is it very likely that the conservative school will infer from the aspects of contradictions and conflicts of interest?"

"That's right."

"It is indeed difficult to find a needle in a haystack, but if you grasp the thread and then explore it, you will have a certain feasibility."

Speaking of this, Alan, who was looking around, couldn't help but narrow his eyes slightly, and bent a very sharp curve, which was not very soft, but instead had a sharp edge like a scimitar.

"But it is unlikely that the contestants on the old school side know too much, and those of Alec are old foxes."

"So, starting from another aspect is the better choice."

Hearing this, Renard also understood what Allen meant.

"So you chose Milock, and you think he has a problem."

"Yeah." Alan nodded, "To be precise, it is the Dracula family behind him, or to put it more, the eight major clans of the blood clan."

"Although we all know that Milok Dracula is the target of the blood clan on the surface, it already shows that his presence here."

"Just as if Caesar appeared here."

"I believe that you say they want to revive the glory of the vampire empire, but they cannot make a decision with a slap in their minds. They must have a careful plan."

After Allen determined the direction of the target, he took a step away, and the corner of his mouth couldn't help but curl up a curve with a joke.

"In this power territory and interest position, the Darvia continent, which has almost been fixed, either they will launch a huge change, completely end this era and start their own era."

"Or, they just took advantage of the situation and took advantage of the force to gain a place within the scope of the rules."

"But the former is impossible, right?" Renard and Allen said standing side by side.

"Well, even the Dragon Clan, which is a race outside the expedition, dare not make disputes and act rashly. Instead, they have to choose this way of competition to solve the legacy of historical problems."

"How can these losers who have been beaten to defeat the world and have their own power to defeat the world and make their own voices?"

"If they really walk a path, it's not something that can be described as mentally retarded, because they must all be crazy."

"Even if they can't even pass the Dawn Empire, they will be killed and thrown away their armor and sink again."

"And they who can't catch up with this great era will have no future."

"So, no one who has a little brain will do this."

Renard nodded slightly, as if he agreed with Allen's statement, "Then, if they have the idea of ​​resuming glory and reappearing glory, what they can do is to use external forces to achieve the goal step by step within the scope permitted by the rules, right?"

"Well, that's what I think."

"Compared with the road behind, the road that is almost the world's enemy, and with its own strength, it has overturned the whole world. This road relies more on the alliance and the alliance, and on allies and accomplices."

"And in this case, the conservatives are an excellent target for them."

"Indeed, there is no conflict of interests, and there are even many places where we can borrow power from each other. To be honest, these two forces are indeed a very suitable pairing."

Renard touched his chin and affirmed Allen's statement.

"Yes, you think so too."

Speaking of this, Allen sneered, as if he was a little disdainful.

"Although I don't know what Caesar and the others are busy with, it's a good choice to change direction and see what these people are going to mess with."

As he said that, at the far-reaching speed of Allen and Renard, the target was already in front of him.

Looking at the scarlet blood light trembling on the ring and the dark and deep purple-black light, Allen's face was plain, but his tone was neither hurry nor slow, and he had a calm demeanor.

"But they don't understand that without strong power and deep enough background, a country built on the help and support of others is like a bunker on the beach, which seems gorgeous and exquisite, but it is impossible to defeat the wind and waves, fragile and may die at any time."

Renard didn't say anything, but just looked at the ring with a little disdain.

On the ring, the luxurious clothes on Myrock Dracula, who was originally like an elegant noble, were now sparse and tattered, and were only ragged and left with broken steps. They hung on their body and fluttered in the wind, as if they could fall off at any time.

There were also some deep and shallow scars on his body, deep enough to see the bones, and shallow muscle fibers could be vaguely seen.

Logically speaking, this injury is not serious. For the extraordinary people of the silver level, it is just a minor injury, and it can even be regarded as an epidermal injury.

After all, it is too ordinary to have a few bones broken and even combat effectiveness has no effect on the surface.

Even without talking about racial advantages, the recovery power of the silver-level extraordinary person can be restored without leaving any future troubles in just one or two hours.

And taking into account the racial advantages of Milok's own blood race is no problem.

To be honest, if it is normal, the injury has just been cut out and it will be gone in a few minutes without a trace.

But in fact, there was still no sign of healing on the wound. Scarlet blood oozed out of the wound, dyeing his clothes red, and creating a slight smell of bloody smell with a fishy smell.

The atmosphere of the already solemn are even more depressing.

It can be seen that there was a purple-black light on the wound on Mylock's body, which was faintly visible and reflected the scarlet luster. It seemed extremely beautiful, but in fact, it was like a wall of iron, making Mylock's superb recovery ability not play any role.

To be honest, just looking at Milok, you will definitely think that his opponent is very skilled and has great strength, and is definitely a good character.

But, in fact, the reaction between Allen and Renard was like this.

"This is really weak!"

As he said that, Allen curled his lips with some disdain, his tone full of disdain.

"Yes, it's so weak!"

Renard was also a little reluctant to look at it, his eyes were full of contempt, as if he had never thought of this scene at all.

The two were around the field and were not surrounded by others.

But in the end, everyone who distributed three or three to two came to the same conclusion.

"This guy is so weak!"

Interjections are generally the same, with expressions and expressions, and are extremely similar.

Alan and Renard may have thought about everything before coming, thinking about Milok's power and the breeze of the blood clan, thinking about Milok's encounter with a strong enemy and fighting hard, and even thinking about the other party concealing his strength and making a stance that is evenly matched.

But I never thought that the other party would be so weak.

Facing a high-level silver, it can only be considered a drow elves close to the peak of silver at most, and they all fight so hard.

It seems that nothing is wrong, right? Even in this game, this person is not a weak person.

But you have to know that Milok Dracula himself is the peak of silver.

Moreover, the blood clan has no natural advantages compared to the Drow Elves.

Even if you really want to say it, the winning rate of the vampire must theoretically be higher than three points.

As a result, he looked like this.

"Do you know his strength is at this level in his previous games?"

Allen was a little curious and looked at the Drow Elf, who was Milock's opponent, and confirmed that the other party was not the kind of super genius who could fight over the level. At most, he was just an elite warrior who had been through many battles, and then asked Renard beside him.

After all, he knew that compared to friends who collected more information, he was indeed not very proficient in this area.

“emmm, no.”

It seemed that he was annoyed by Allen's expression of "You're teasing me", and Renard quickly added.

"No, the players he met before were either much weaker than him or much stronger than him. He really had never encountered such an opponent with a little worse paper strength."

"So, everyone really doesn't know that he has so little combat experience and poor combat ability."

Renard seemed to be speechless, looked up at the battle on the field and said speechlessly.

However, as if he had thought of something, he asked Alan with a serious expression: "You think this is his disguise?"

Raising his eyes and staring at the scene on the ring with concentration, Allen shook his head, "It's not like."

"There is no 'bloody smell' on him."

After receiving Allen's affirmation, Renard couldn't help but breathe again, "Good guy, it's really amazing!"

Renard still believed Allen's affirmation.

After all, the other party’s talent in perceiving this aspect is indeed impossible to fake.

"Why do you think he is?"

Looking at Michael who was stabbed in the stomach by a scar on the corner of his eyes, Renard twitched the corner of his mouth and said in confusion.

"I don't know, it's impossible to show how weak I am."

Alan also didn't understand, rubbed his chin and said in a remarkable manner.

"By the way, he has not experienced much actual combat since he has practiced to this level?"

Allen sighed, looking at Milok, who had completed the basic training of a war vocational vocational vocational vocational vocational vocational vocational vocational vocational vocational vocational vocational vocational vocational vocational vocational vocational vocational vocational vocational vocational vocational vocational vocational vocational vocational vocation

"The blood clan itself is the silver race. If the other party can become the patriarch of the Dracula clan, and the blood clan is obvious, then the bloodline must be extremely noble, and it is also one of the best among the blood clan."

"So, if the adulthood of ordinary blood clans is the early silver level, he may really reach the peak of silver directly."

"In other words, strictly speaking, he really didn't practice it himself, but he naturally reached this level when he fell asleep."

"Okay, it sounds like the Dragon Clan." Allen rolled his eyes and complained.

Renard smiled and did not answer.

"It is impossible to practice combat skills by practicing alone. It can even be said that to reach a certain level, you need to fight to achieve a qualitative breakthrough."

"And the other party, as the master of the blood clan, is basically impossible to have a situation of being in person with a high position and power, so he naturally lacks the experience in this area."

Allen spoke in a deep voice, "More than that, I guess there are reasons why the blood clan itself is away from the imperial system."

"The basic policy of maintaining stability within the empire is to persist for a long time. This is the will of the entire upper class. Even if someone has any ideas in private, there is no noise on the surface."

"In this process, whether it is internal chaos, terrorism, external friction, or local wars, they are left to the relevant departments of the empire to resolve."

"Since the blood clan has not chosen to join the empire, they lack the right platform and effective way to temper themselves and accumulate experience."
Chapter completed!